The beginning is the start. I am the beginning, of this. While this all started from me, it also only continues because of me. I know it all. I see it all. Can I impact or influence any of it? That’s up to you, dear reader.
I have my own story. It is every story. It is everything nesting within and everything teeming without. I see the actions. I know the thoughts. I feel the intentions. I understand the premeditations.
I live on the corner. There’s a cute little store there too. There’s a park across the street. I could be in any town, but I could only thrive here. I was born here, and if there’s anything this city has taught me, it is that I will died here. Eventually. Nothing here lasts forever. They say I’m one of a kind; nothing like me since or again. “Broke the mold with that one,” they say.
I have a very unique family. My only living relative moved away and only visits rarely. I endeavor to take good care of my acquired family. All come and go. Some stay longer with me than others. I’m there for the heartbreaks, the joys, the sorrows, and the successes. I love every adventure brought to me.
I protect.
I warm.
I stabilize.
I am The Emberlaine.
